Edited: 1st November 2015 - I'm slowly editing each chapter, please have patience.
Story Disclaimer: I do not own Bones!
Summary: Leah Mayland. Used to be a typical 18 year old, until she saw something. And that something...got her killed. As a spirit, she can do nothing but watch as the people she cares for, struggles with her death. And the only way for her to pass onto the other side is for her murder to be solved and her loved ones saved. Will that ever happen? Or is she stuck as a lonely ghost forever?
Bones Fanfiction | Ghost in Moonlight | Prologue
A November night had a slight chill to it, there was a brisk wind flowing through the slowly dying trees just around a section of large abandoned buildings. The area was deserted, no one to hear a scream for help. A young girl's scream for help.
Inside of one of the cold and dusty buildings was a wooden chair, and strapped to that piece of furniture was a girl no older than 19 years old. She was Caucasian, her hair was long and dyed a chocolate colour – a colour of which you couldn't see within the mixture of darkness and the streaming blood coming out of a wound on her head. She had been in this chair for days but even then it felt like weeks for her – the never ending torture was becoming too much, her blood-loss was too evident from the look of her slowly draining facial colours. She was fading, and fast. Tear marks stretched down her cheeks, it mixed in with the blood to create a salty stain against her skin.
This female, was Leah Mayland.
Leah whimpered into the silence, pain coursing through her already scarred body. More silent tears sprung to the corners of her eyes, just daring to drop. Her matted hair fell in front of her face when her head dropped forwards with exertion. Blood dribbled from her mouth, drop by drop falling to her lap, continuing to stain her already bloody clothing.
The torture had been going on for days and still, it hadn't stopped and no one had come to rescue her – but she knew no one would come. This had been the only downside to her plan. But at least they were safe; the secrets within her head were going to stay there – she wasn't about to let them slip through her lips – no matter how bad the pain would get. That was a promise.
X-Flashback-X
The nineteen year turned to a younger girl beside her. "Alice, please, you have to run!" Leah begged her 17-year-old sister with desperation riddled in her voice.
Alice was shaking, fear trailing through her body – tears flowed freely down her face. "N-No, I-I can't!" She insisted, not wanting to leave her older sister. She was scared, anyone could sense this.
"You have to!" Leah insisted again, grasping Alice by the shoulders, making the younger girl look up to her properly. "I can hold him off, but you have to run. Please!"
"H-He'll kill you!"
"I need you safe." The older girl ignored that statement, a gut feeling silently telling her how true those words would become. "Listen to me, I'll be okay." She lied, needing to say anything possible to make her little sister run for her life right now. "I'll meet up with you later, remember everything I taught you. Get Rebecca and go, get yourselves some new names and I'll find you." Leah stroked the side of her Alice's face, a couple of salty tears falling from her own eyes this time. Inside, knowing that this would be the last time she would see her sister with her own eyes. "I love you Alice, be safe. Now go!"
That was it for Alice; after giving her older sister one last hug – she followed the instructions, grasping the duffle bag and making a run for it out of the back door. Leaving Leah to cry to herself before he was to come.
# 20 Minutes later #
Heavy bangs sounded against the front door and Leah stood there, her body shaking with un-denying nerves – her father's old baseball bat clasped in her hands, ready to swing if necessary. She was always terrible at sports, so she really hoped the bat wouldn't miss it's target.
After one last bang, the air went silent and all that could be heard was Leah's scared pants for air. She stared at the door for a moment, wondering if the man had given up and gone away figuring she may not be here after all, or found it worthless to come after them in the first place. Oh, how wrong she was…
A shot fired, the bullet piercing through the wooden door and hitting her in the thigh dead on. A scream rushed out of her lips, her body tumbling to the ground along with the bat – her hands quickly gripped the steadily bleeding leg, pain trembling through her body. Another shot fired, this time going through the lock of the door – completely severing any chance of keeping the man out.
Leah's head snapped up, desperate tears running down her face. She tried to crawl backwards but was too slow and too much in pain to do anything fast. The attacker now stood in the doorway, looking to her with an evil grin plastered on his lips.
Leah's scream of horror ended with her head being smashed against her own father's baseball bat. Her body fell to a flop on the floor, her world turning to complete darkness.
X-Flashback End-X
Leah's head raised slowly, barely able to keep conscious with all the agony running through her body at a high speed. The man that ruined her family's life stood there, that evil look still imbedded in his bastard face. He slowly made his way over to her, holding a bloody steak knife in his hand. Several long incisions had been made against her skin, her legs felt undeniably numb – she tried to block everything out but it was no use, the suffering just kept on coming. Even if she was to be saved right now, she'd only last a day - tops.
The stocky guy leaned down to her level, his face inches away from her own – it was so close you could practically smell the blood in his breath, it made it hard for Leah not to gag in her place. "Now." His tone was hard, irritation clear in his voice. His vile fingers roughly grabbed her chin, making her face turn towards his own – her eyes only looking towards his. "Are you going to tell me the truth this time?" He questioned with a silent threat, annoyance slipping in too. "You know, if you do tell me what I want to know. All of this will be over … I'll let you go, I'll stop trying to catch you dear family and none of you will ever see me again."
Leah didn't believe him. She was a whiteness to his crimes, and her family had unfortunately been his collateral damage, they never knew anything of course but that wouldn't have matter to this man. He was too pent up with paranoia and anger to believe a child like her. Without even a second thought, she spat in his face – the saliva ending up splattered in the corner of his eye. "Never!" She silently wondered what he was going to do next, but she knew it wouldn't be pretty.
He flinched for a moment when the warm liquid hit his skin. His lips pursed – trying to hold in as much anger as possible to stop himself from lashing out. "Right." He grounded, using his jacket to wipe the spit from his face. "Well," He slowly raised himself into a standing position. He slammed the bloody knife onto the metal table, effectively making Leah flinch in her position. "I do have to say I am surprised you've lasted this long. Older and tougher men have only lasted a couple of days before they've squealed the way I want them too."
He paused, straightening up his business suit, getting himself ready for something. "I can see you'll never talk, and maybe that's okay with you but not to me. I'll find that sister of your, maybe she'll give me something better."
Leah's eyes widened slightly as much as they could, her eyes were bruised and swelled making it difficult to see properly. "Leave her alone." She tried to muster up as much of a threat as she could.
The man smirked, "That's cute." He complimented, reaching for something else on the metal table. He now held his side-arm, the same gun used to pierce a bullet into her thigh. He chuckled darkly, seeing the terror appear in her eyes – she knew what was coming.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
Three bullets lodged themselves into Leah's chest, she gasped at the sensation spurring inside. After finishing her torture for good, the man turned away without a care – straightening his collar, getting himself ready for work. It was like he had no care in the world … like he had no feelings to the fact that a girl was dying way before her time. He was clearly a man without a soul.
No scream left Leah's lips as her vision lessened, only the last of her breath slipping through her lips. Seconds later … her whole world turned white and her body sat limp in the chair. The man left, he would dispose of the body later on but right now he needed to get to work. It would look suspicious if he arrived in later than usual.
The warehouse became so quiet that you could only hear the nearby crickets jumping around outside, but other than that - the air turned silent once more.